Hawks
F/C=formal clothes (ex, a tuxedo, a dress, whatever you fancy)
I exited the elevator, looking around at the tremendous office, I expected nothing less from the no. 2 hero. I had recently been hired as a personal assistant for the pro hero, Hawks, and let's just say, I was kind of...no, very nervous. After asking for directions from 3 people, I eventually navigated the maze that was the top floor. I walked to the end of the hallway, where a pair of double doors were waiting. I shakily raised my fist, knocking on the door.
"Come in."
I swallowed my fear and opened the door, after closing it behind me, I realized I got my clothes stuck in the door, I took a few short glances at Hawks, who was just watching me awkwardly trying to remove my skirt/pantleg from the door, by the third glance, I realized he wasn't at his desk anymore. The door suddenly opened just enough for me to remove your leg before slamming shut, I jumped at the sound, I looked to the side to see a gloved hand right next to my head, then looked up to see Hawks staring directly at me with a smirk. I couldn't help but cower slightly. "Nice F/C, would be a shame to rip it, they didn't tell me my new assistant was hot~"
I felt my face flush a deep red. He removed his hand from the door and backed away from me, then started..laughing? "Hah! Works every time. I was joking!" I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed
"right, my name is Y/N L/N. Where do I start, sir?"
Best jeanist
I groaned at the sight of myself in the mirror, I could've worked for endeavor's agency. Considering my fire quirk, but no, I opted for best jeanist. He inspired me more to be a pro hero. What I didn't know was that his agency was one of the few that had a uniform, your usual pro hero attire on your upper body, and a pair of suffocating skinny jeans on your lower body, I grumbled, understanding there was nothing I could do, and trudged off to my first day of work.
"Good morning, ms/mr/mx L/N, are you well?"
I look up, he was right. There. My idol and celebrity crush, best jeanist. I pulled at the collar of my top. "Uh-yeah, is it hot in here? I feel like it's hot in here."
"Oh, is it? I'm sorry, let me go turn down the thermostat, now that I think of it, you do look a bit red, are you okay?"
"No, no! It's fine!" I sighed. "It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, sir. I promise to do my best."
Edgeshot
I had quit my job and trained for 5 years, earned my provisional license, even if I studied music and not hero work in college, and were hoping to apply to some hero agencies soon. It was a casual day, I was walking down the street, humming an old folk song, when abruptly, I heard someone scream. I whipped my head around to see an old lady, there was a man that had pulled a gun on her. I immediately ran to her assistance, using my quirk, surface minipulation, to create a barrier of concrete between her and the man. I tackled the man, apprehending him and taking his gun. The old woman thanked me, walking away. I had the villain, but, what now?
"I'll take it from here, miss/mister/mx, I just hope you have your provisional license?" I looked up the see the number four hero, edgeshot. With complete and utter respect, I nodded.
"Yes, this man threatened an old woman with a gun."
"I saw. That was some impressive combat for a civilian, do you happen to be a pro hero?"
"I'm applying to jobs involving going pro, but no, not yet."
He nodded, handing me a card.
"If you need work, feel free to call."
With that, he walked away. I looked down at the card.
EDGESHOT HERO AGENCY
(+81) -XXX-XXXX-XXXX
Shota aizawa/eraser head
F/h/s=favorite hair style
H/N=hero name
I yawned, trying not to use any of my power, considering it was my first day at UA as an assistant teacher. I trudged to class 1-A, fixing my F/H/S, I at least wanted to try to look presentable. Slowly opening the door, everyone turned to stare at me. "speak of the devil. Good morning, ms/mr/Mx L/N, I'm Shota Aizawa." He lazily held out his hand for me to shake. I shook his hand, giggling slightly. "What is it?" He asked. "Nothing, I just really like your style. I wish I could sleep all day too." I said, pointing to the sleeping bag behind his desk. I let go of his hand and made my way to the front of the class. "Hello, everyone, my name is Y/N L/N, though you all know me better as H/N." I heard the class gasp. "Though, for now, you may call me ms/mr/Mx L/N. I look forward to working with you." I looked over at Aizawa and gave him a warm, genuine smile. He looked away, his face turning red.
Sir nighteye
H/N=hero name
N/N=nickname
Flashback, you're both in your 20s
You and your best friend, Mirai, had just gotten the chance of a lifetime, you both were hired as sidekicks for THE all might! You two never thought you would get this far together, when you were younger, you two made a promise. You would become heroes together, whatever it took. And now, standing in front of the biggest hero agency in Japan, it almost felt like a dream. Too bad it didn't last long.
Present day
I collapsed onto the couch in my office, after the whole incident involving all might, me and mira- Nighteye decided to start our own shared hero agency, I had just returned from a particularly difficult mission. "Oh, H/N! How was your mission?" asked bubble girl at the door cheerfully. "Tiring." I responded. "Ah, well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but sir nighteye has requested your presence!" I groaned. "Thank you, Awata." I often called my colleagues by their real last names when I felt I didn't sound sincere.
I stumbled into the office lazily. "Damn it, Mirai, what do you want? I'm tired." "Afternoon, N/N." He replied, staying professional, the complete opposite of me. "I'd like you to meet our new work study member, Izuku Midoriya, hero name, deku." I noticed the room was trashed, but I opted to worry about it later. The green haired boy smiled softly, waving. "Nice to meet you deku, welcome to the sir nighteye and H/N hero agency."
Mirko
Doin a little huge flirt x oblivious for this one teehee
It was the annual pro hero ranking event, I was just sitting at a table in the corner alone, holding my head under a lamp. My quirk, petals, allowed me to use the petals in my hair for nutrients, I could also harness it into solar beams, which gave me my spot at number six in the rankings. I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth of the lamp. I didn't notice the number 5 hero, Mirko, sit down across from me. "Heyyy, F/N!" I was snapped out of my trance in an instant. "Oh, hello, Mirko!" She grinned ear to ear "puh-leeease, we're colleagues, call me Rumi!" I nodded. "Okay, Rumi! What's up?" Rumi smirked.
"Y'know, my mom always told me to follow my dreams, that being said, where're you heading after this~?"
"Oh, I was planning on going to my local garden after this, they have moonflowers there, they bloom at night, it's so pretty! It's great your mom told you to follow your dreams, whatever your dreams are, you'll achieve them!"
"....what?"
Mt. Lady
I became a hero about about a year before her, we were childhood best friends, so she chose to do her last work study with me.
As I opened the door to my semi-large agency, I was tackled in a hug.
"N/N! Long time, no see, Bestie! How've you been, your skin is flourishing as always! Your hero costume is awesome, oh, and this hair!" She kept gushing compliments at me, I couldn't tell if she was just trying to butter me up or if she actually meant it...could be a mix of both, considering her personality. "...thank you, Mt. Lady." I responded coldly, wanting to remain professional. "Oh, please. We're besties, call me Yu!" You sighed. There was nothing I could do to stop her.
